It was the day I dread every year and it was approaching fast. I could already predict how it would go. The sh*tty E-card form my dad, the wall of wishes from Facebook 'friends' ordering me to 'have a great day!', and the inevitable tears which catch up with me sooner or later. Maybe I'm being ungrateful but I f***ing hate my birthday.
I caught myself checking the time on my BlackBerry for the first fifth time in an hour. Yes he should have landed, I thought. Maybe not, yet. Should I wait another ten minutes and call, perhaps he is still stuck in the long queues at immigration... Uh! Give it another few minutes then I'll call... Why has he not called yet? Damn! I reached for the phone; then stopped myself again.